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husband. He held her elbow as she stepped off the curb.
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husband. He held her elbow as she stepped off the curb.
“I have to tie my affairs together.”
I looked away and pulled Walter’s bank card from my purse. Recently, I had begun to carry it around with me.
“Not yet,” I whispered, and tucked it back inside.
That Sunday, I went to the church potluck with lipstick on and a casserole I’d almost burned.
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